Fic idea: Somebody who absolutely should not have touched the stove touched the stove, and now the entire kitchen is destroyed and has to be repaired.
In the meantime, the IPRE crew is forced to find other places to eat, and are collectively horrified to discover that the twins’ quality cooking has turned them into food snobs. The quest to find a decent meal grows increasingly desperate.
They try a steakhouse, and Magnus isn’t sure the steak is even beef because beef doesn’t usually bounce like that. Lucretia asked for macarons at the little bakery and was presented with macaroons - no one has any idea what she’s talking about when she explains the difference. Merle would kill for one actual fresh vegetable, just one. Davenport caves and decides to take the crew to the fanciest restaurant in the area, but the choice of wine paired with the meal is atrocious and he gives up. Barry tries to find the hole-in-the-wall local places on Lup’s advice, but all he finds is disappointment.
In show of supreme irony, the twins will eat practically anything. The food sucks, sure, but they’ll eat it. They are used to eating food that’s not as good as theirs, they have learned the art of eating to survive. They tell the crew to suck it up and the crew looks on in nauseated horror as they down every atrocious meal with relish.
What I hope will happen when we finally get season 2
Sometime after the “troublemaker” episode we get Chat Noir visiting Marinette. He sees the pictures of himself and remembers when he first saw them in “troublemaker”. He then goes and asks her “I didn’t know you where such a big fan of male clothing” Marinette then freaking out whilst thinking about Adrien and trying to play it cool.
Whenever Draco has a bad day, Harry buys him flowers.
The first time it happens, Draco comes home from work with a scowl on his face. He just got some really bad news and knows the next few weeks will be hell for him. When Harry asks about his day, he doesn’t say anything. He knows, if he opens his mouth now, he will only snap at Harry and he really isn’t in the mood to fight. Not after the day he had. So he sits there, throughout their dinner, saying nothing.
When he gets up to take a shower, he catches Harry gazing at him sadly. Draco knows Harry is only worried about him, but this gets him even more irritated. Because now, on top of his bad mood, he feels guilty for making Harry feel this way.
Taking a shower normally relaxes him, but when he walks into his and Harry’s bedroom, his muscles are still tense and the scowl still won’t leave his face. The crease between his brows deepens even more when he sees something odd on his bedside table. That bouquet of peonies wasn’t there before. When he hears Harry enter the bedroom, Draco doesn’t turn around.
“Do I look like a girl, Potter?” he grumbles through gritted teeth. Why would Harry get him flowers? Harry doesn’t reply. Instead, Draco feels his arms wrap around his waist from behind. When Harry starts nuzzling his hair, Draco sighs and puts one of his hands on Harry’s.
Harry is only trying to cheer him up. And although Draco would never admit it out loud, getting flowers from his boyfriend is… kind of nice.
From this day on, whenever Draco comes home grumpy or moody, Harry will excuse himself quickly and return with a bouquet of sunflowers, or daisies, or hydrangeas… sometimes Draco doesn’t even know the name of the flowers Harry gets him. The only thing he knows is, it warms his heart when Harry is standing in front of him, smiling almost shyly, with a big bouquet in his arms.
So now, Draco isn’t that irritated anymore, when he had a bad day at work. He’s still moody and grumpy, he can’t control that, but he also knows that Harry will buy him flowers. And while they’re beautiful and Draco always admires and appreciates them for as long as they’re on his bedside table, it’s about so much more than just the flowers.
It reminds Draco of how thoughtful Harry is. It’s a sweet little gesture that reassures Draco.